Precious Memories

In my restless sleep
I have dreamt of you
Of your curly hair
And piercing grey eyes

In my restless sleep
I have seen you ride off into the sunset
Your blue shirt billowing in the wind
Without a single care in the world

In my restless sleep
I have dreamt of you
Of your gentle smile
And how you like to say “Oh really?”

In my bout of melancholy
I thought fondly of you
So I set out to do
The one thing you taught me to

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